A year of cleansing
One year to heal
A journey by myself
That never fully became real
I over packed for the trip
And forgot my necessities
I couldn't figure out the airport
I let my anxieties get the best of me
And anxiety is so selfish
Taking all of my best moments
Leaving me empty for everyone else
I'm no fun to go home with
So maybe today we try again
Taking a more fluid path
This is the year it's all gonna click
Or I face twenty nines wrath
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
A year of cleansing
One year to heal
A journey by myself
That never fully became real
I over packed for the trip
And forgot my necessities
I couldn't figure out the airport
I let my anxieties get the best of me
And anxiety is so selfish
Taking all of my best moments
Leaving me empty for everyone else
I'm no fun to go home with
So maybe today we try again
Taking a more fluid path
This is the year it's all gonna click
Or I face twenty nines wrath
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